Tiffany's Song

Verdict.

"The state of Louisiana here proclaims you Tiffany Mo'Nae," 
The judge looked me in the eye as the jury read my verdict. No fear was placed in my heart. Only person who held fear was my sorry excuse of a mother. She sat in the front row and watched me. I can feel her thoughts. All the tabloids making her name go from 'Ja'nae Thomas top lawyer' to 'Ja'ne Thomas horrible mother '.
"Guilty of assault and battery." I looked back at my momma. Her expression was priceless full of disappointment and dissatisfaction. The guards grabbed my shoulders and led me to the back.  My police car was awaiting for me. 30 days of the New Orleans juvenile detention center. Might as well suck it up cause there's no turning back now.
After I took my mugshots, I was shown to my cell. People stared at me as I passed by with my toothbrush and clothes. Catcalls were called through the cells. From boys and girls sadly I was put into X-treme unit.
"Get in there girl!" The office threw me into the cell and slammed the door.
"Welcome to the club."
I looked up to see a Darkskin dread head sitting on the top bunk.
"They combine boys and girls in the same cells?!" Ol chocolate boy shrugged at me.
"Don't you see that you're in here with me."
I sat down on the bottom bunk and rolled my eyes. 30 days can't be that long...right?
"What's your name Shawty?"
I looked up at chocolate dude and frowned. "My name is Tiffany, not Shawty.."
He flashed a pearly white smile at me. "Well name is Darious. What you in for and how long do you have? "
I yawned "assault and battery and 30 days."
"Same" he hopped down and sat beside me. I laid back on the bunk and began humming to myself. It keeps me calm and sane.
"That's beautiful." Darious smiled. "Keep on humming."
I sat up and smiled, "no I'm embarrassed." Darious laughed at me and laid back.
"This may be the best 30 days of my life Shawty."

The next morning

Man these niggas got us up at 6:30 in the morning working. What the hell wrong with them?! This big orange jumpsuit.
"BULLSHIT." I yelled out in anger.
"What's your problem Inmate?!"
A tall chocolate guard stood tall over me, green eyes cold and darted right on me.
"Man how do I supposed to do this shit. Who the hell y'all think I am?!"
The guard grabbed me, placed me in handcuffs and threw me into his car. Man I always stay in some shit man.
"I'm gonna show you who to curse at pretty girl." The officer looked at me in the mirror and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes. The car was cold from the air conditioning so I can't complain, I rather be cold as a polar bear coochie than hotter than a jalapeños. After 30 minutes the car pulled into a secluded car garage.
"Why we ain't back at the detention center?." I frowned.
The officer got out of the car and climbed into the backseat with me.
"Who you talking to?!" He shoved me to the window and tried unzipping my jumpsuit.
"Nah bitch fuck that." I began kicking him hard as I can to get him off of me.
He grabbed me and handcuffed me to the armrest on the door. He began unzipping my jumper and started rubbing and touching on me. All I could do was cry.